Retribution, and 'punishment'

From her seat across from them, Kira watched Fenrir and Safara in silence. Events had moved so quickly in the last hour or so that her head was still spinning. From Fenrir bursting into the shack looking like the harbinger of **** to finding Safara dangling from the ceiling in such a pitiable state, she hadn’t had much of a chance to process anything.

Fenrir himself looked the same as ever, though he had picked up a belt and sash from somewhere. She was beyond curious to find out what had happened, but that would have to wait. This wasn’t the time.

Safara, on the other hand, looked as though she’d been through hell. If only they’d been faster in finding her, maybe she wouldn’t have had to go through all that ****. It reminded Kira a little of how Violetta had looked when they’d found her.

But Fenrir didn’t seem as though he were any more eager to let it go than Kira was. The tone of his voice when he had mentioned teaching the perpetrator a lesson had made a chill run down Kira’s spine. She had never heard him sound quite like that before.

Her thoughts were interrupted by Katari, who hissed, “Footsteps!”

Chellise hurried over from the other door, hiding behind some restraint furniture not far from where Katari stood. Kira made to do the same, but Fenrir stopped her and directed her to hide behind the bed instead. This meant she would be too far from the door to be much use in an ambush, but she did as she was told.

Meanwhile, Fenrir turned the sofa that Safara was laying on so its back hid her from the door and then took his position next to Katari. A tense silence descended for several seconds, then the door swung open, allowing the sound of a smarmy, self-satisfied voice to reach Kira’s ears.

The owner of the voice was a human, dressed in an outfit that he probably thought was regal and majestic but actually just looked gaudy, especially on his flabby frame. He broke off as he stepped into the room, saying in a tone that grated on Kira’s ears, “Sorvall, where is the elf?"

"Why, she is right... over... ...there..." faltered the other strange human. "She was hanging there when we locked up the prisoners, milord. I don't know what happened."

"Well, don't just stand there, find her!"

As the last of the procession came into view and Fenrir pushed the door shut, Kira glanced over them. In order from front to back, there was the servant Sorvall, who had met them out in the clearing and guided them to the manor, his master, who Kira vaguely remembered was called Murtell, Brandis, America, and Lieutenant Hardin.

The lieutenant glanced back as the door clicked shut. Seeing Fenrir, he attracted America’s attention to him. An unspoken message passed between them, then as she forestalled the servant’s attempt to obey his master’s command with a quickly drawn sword, Fenrir stepped forward and, grasping the fat man by the back of the collar, bodily threw him across the room.

He let out a squeal like a frightened pig as he flew through the air, then a very loud grunt when he impacted the ground. Fenrir strode across the room after him, lifting him by the collar again and pinning him against the wall.

"You. It was you who laid the lash to the elf. Wasn't it?" His voice was the coldness of frozen steel, making Kira shiver again. She’d seen him angry, but never like this. It wasn’t directed at her at all, but just watching it put a creeping fear in the pit of her stomach.

Murtell scrabbled at the hands that were holding him almost a foot off the floor, and in response Fenrir shook him hard enough to make his teeth rattle. “Wasn’t it.”

“Y-yes…” the man whimpered.

Fenrir threw him again. A distant part of Kira’s mind gaped in astonishment at just how easily her boss was manhandling the human. She’d known he was strong, but not this strong. Murtell had to weigh at least three hundred pounds, probably more, and yet Fenrir was handling him as though he were no bigger than a goblin.

Fenrir took a whip from the wall where a variety of tools and toys were hung and turned to where Murtell lay gasping on the floor. “Let us see how you like your own medicine, shall we?” His voice remained calm and even, but deathly cold.

“Wait, please -AHHH!” the man shrieked as the first lash wrapped around his shoulders.

"Did you listen to her pleas? I hardly think so." The whip sang through the air again, accompanied by another scream of pain from Murtell. Another strike, then another. Each lash garnered another hair-raising shriek from the man, causing America to wince repeatedly. Chellise stepped up beside Kira, her eyes wide and fastened on the scene unfolding before them. Kira noticed she was trembling ever so slightly.

Not that she could blame her. They’d seen Fenrir in a rage before. In fact, he had been in a Berserker rage when they’d first laid eyes on him almost a month ago now. That was scary enough in its own right, but this cold fury was nothing less than terrifying.

He wasn’t snarling. His eyes reflected very little bloodlust. But instead, his face was set and dark, his eyes devoid of the warmth which normally suffused them. Every line of his body expressed a tremendous menace, but at the same time a fully focused one. Each strike he made with the whip was calm, controlled, precisely calculated to cause the most suffering possible.

His Berserker rage made him seem more beastlike, like a raging **** of nature, but this form of anger made Kira think of a spirit of justice summoned to deliver retribution upon those who had displeased it. It was a fury that did not impair in the slightest the keen mind of its wielder, and that made it all the more frightening.

When Murtell finally ceased to react to each individual strike, instead only letting out broken howls of anguish as quickly as he could draw breath to voice them, America could finally stand it no longer. She stepped forward and laid her hands on Fenrir’s arm. “Stop, please.”

Fenrir looked down at her. Kira had to admire the princess’ bravery; if Fenrir had looked at her that way she wasn’t sure she would have been able to stand her ground.

“He deserves each and every lash,” he said, still in that same cold, hard tone.

“I know, but you’re going to kill him.”

For a long moment they held each other’s gaze, then Fenrir sighed. “Very well.” With the same calm, deliberate movements he recoiled the whip and replaced it on its hook. Then without so much as a glance at Murtell, he turned back towards Safara.

America let out a trembling breath, one Kira could not help but echo. She glanced at the sobbing man on the floor, his gaudy waistcoat now slashed to ribbons across his back where the whip had struck most often. Blood was soaking through the tattered fragments and starting to pool on the floor beneath him; it looked excruciatingly painful. Good, he deserved it.

Fenrir paid him no more heed, though, instead taking a seat at Safara’s head. Somehow the racket hadn’t disturbed her, and he lifted her head to rest in his lap, stroking her hair with a tenderness which stood in striking contrast to his treatment of the sobbing man still lying on the floor behind him.

The humans, after collectively taking a moment to process what had just happened, carried on with the plan. The cells along the north wall were repurposed to hold Sorvall and his master, and after quickly bandaging Murtell’s injuries so he wouldn't bleed out they left to secure the rest of the mansion. Katari went with them, but both Kira and Chellise decided to stay with Fenrir and Safara.

"...Daddy, are you okay?" The question came from Chellise. Her voice was hesitant, almost frightened.

With a sigh Fenrir raised his eyes from Safara's face to look at her. "Yes, Chellise, I'm fine. Don't be frightened."

"I wasn't scared," she murmured, but she looked heartened, and approaching, she cuddled into his side as if in search of comfort. He held her close.

The tension in the room now broken, Kira relaxed and sat down across from them. "I thought you were gonna kill him. Not that he doesn't deserve it," she added darkly, "but we need him alive so he can tell us about the slavers in Eldfall. Brandis thinks he's an important member of this cell."

"Believe me, I wanted to," Fenrir muttered. "But no, my intention was only to visit upon him some of the pain he caused Safara."

Kira nodded, her expression darkening still further as she looked at Safara's pale face. She had taken no small satisfaction in seeing the terror her boss had inspired in the man, and a part of her had enjoyed his screams of pain. However, she had to admit that Fenrir had scared her as well, even though his anger had been focused entirely on Murtell. The whole thing stood as a chilling reminder that as gentle and kind as he was with them, he was nonetheless a very dangerous individual. New curiosity bubbled up to join the existing questions in her mind as to who and what he really was.

The room fell into silence again. After several minutes, Chellise left Fenrir's side to wander about, examining the various equipment. Kira watched her for a while, then finally curiosity overcame her and she joined her sister-succubus in exploration. Fenrir remained sitting with Safara, his back to most of the room.

"Wow, he really had everything, didn't he?" Kira asked, joining Chellise over by the bench.

"Yeah, look at this, it vibrates when you pick it up," Chellise replied, lifting a dildo from the bench. "I wonder how it would feel inside me."

"Well, don't try it now," Kira laughed.

"I know better than that, Kira," Chellise replied with her own laugh, shoving her sister with her hip.

"Oh, ew, this one shoots stuff from the tip. ...It smells sweet, though. I wonder what it tastes like."

Kira turned just in time to see Chellise lick at the top of another dildo. "What -don't eat it! Who knows what it is!"

"It's fine, just tastes kinda sweet. And... wow, is it just me or is all this really hot?" Chellise practically panted.

Kira groaned. "Now you've done it, Chell. Boss, can you take a look at Chellise? She licked up some of this pink stuff."

Fenrir rose and walked over to them. The stuff in question was a pink substance similar to semen in viscosity that had come from one end of a thick double-sided dildo. He scrutinized Chellise for a moment in that strange penetrating way of his, then said, "She's fine, don't worry. It looks like that pink fluid is a strong aphrodisiac. It doesn't seem to have any other effects as far as I can tell."

"Fuck, you smell so good, Daddy." Chellise nuzzled into Fenrir, taking in his scent with panting breaths. "Won't you fuck me? Please? Just a quickie. It's gonna be a while before the others come back and I need it sooo bad."

"Correction, very strong aphrodisiac," Fenrir said, looking down at Chellise with an amused smile. The feel of her body against his was clearly having an effect, however, and with almost startling rapidity his shaft swelled from its sheath, something both succubi were quick to notice.

"Yesss... It's been so long since you've fucked me with this, Daddy," Chellise moaned, grabbing it with both hands and crouching to drag her tongue up its length.

Fenrir gave a rumbling groan that was almost a growl. "Alright, that's it." He grabbed her around the waist, and taking several long strides to one of the restraint furniture, placed her on it.

Seeing his intention, Kira turned back to the bench where she had noticed a small ring of keys dangling from one of the hooks near the end and brought them to him. He had just finished examining the locks and was straightening when she came up beside him and offered the keyring to him. "Try these."

Sure enough, one of them fitted the locks, so Fenrir closed the restraints on a squirming Chellise, leaving her on her back on a slightly sloped surface. Her arms and hands were securely fastened down and away from her body and her legs were spread wide, leaving her nethers exposed and ****. Unfortunately, her clothing got in the way, prompting Fenrir to release her lower half long enough to strip it. She was already wet to the point of dripping and seemed incapable of staying still.

"Please Daddy, I need it so bad! Fill me up with your cock, please! Please pleasepleaseplease fuck me Daddy!"

Fenrir stepped forward and was running a finger up her hungry slit when he suddenly paused, a devious light entering his eye. Taking his hand from Chellise's pussy and earning a disappointed groan from her at the sudden lack of stimulation, he walked back to the bench. There were several rows of dildos of varying size and appearances. As they had discovered earlier, some vibrated when picked up. Selecting one of these as well as a simple ball gag, Fenrir approached the bound succubus again. "I don't quite think you deserve my cock, Chellise. You should have known better than to put an unknown substance in your mouth, especially in a place like this."

"I'm sorry Daddy! But please, I need to be fucked! Please!" She was barely coherent at this point. The surroundings, the restraints, the aphrodisiac, her master's cock so close after so long; all added to the ocean of her arousal. Her hips bucked in futile desperation.

Fenrir leaned over her, pushing a slow and deliberate grind over her pussy with his cock which **** a **** moan from Chellise. Then he pulled away. "No. You need to be punished for such foolhardy behavior." She gave a despairing groan and her pussy clenched down on nothingness, the fresh flood of her juices proving her enjoyment of the thought of punishment as well as the denial.

"But," Fenrir continued, "I'm not cruel. I'll give you something to keep you occupied." He placed the vibrating dildo at her entrance, smirking at the way she jerked at the slightest hint of stimulation. For several torturous seconds he circled it around her pussy, teasing her with feather-light touches of its vibrations. Then without warning he plunged it into her up to the hilt, an action made easy by her **** wetness.

Every muscle in her stiffened at the sudden intrusion, her mouth opening in a wordless exclamation. Swiftly bending close to her ear, Fenrir whispered almost too low for Kira to catch, "Come without permission and I won't fuck you for a week."

It was easy to see she was trembling on the ragged edge of an immense orgasm, and this new command was pure ****. Give in and cum, something which every fiber of her being was crying out for but at the cost of no sex with Fenrir for a full week more, or hold on against every instinct, against the vibrations now filling her core, against the delicious discomfort of the shackles that held her secure, against even the temptation to disobey and incur the excitement of further punishment. Before she could even begin to plead for permission, Fenrir placed the ball gag in her still open mouth and secured it behind her head. This new restraint effectively muffled any attempts at communication to wordless moans and groans.

As Chellise gave a despairing cry at the sudden extremity of her situation Fenrir turned to Kira, who had been watching transfixed. She hadn't even realized, but at some point one hand had stolen down to tease her pussy and the other was groping one of her breasts. She didn't move as Fenrir stepped up to her, and tilting her head up to his, kissed her deeply.

He broke the kiss after a delightful eternity, leaving her panting with its intensity. Leading her to a padded bench in full view of the securely bound Chellise, he helped her to lay back on it and began to strip her, as always paying special attention to her breasts. Kira trembled, moaned throatily, writhed under the stimulation. Perhaps it was because of the baby growing in her belly or perhaps because of how long it had been since their last fuck, but whatever the reason, she felt more sensitive than ever before and it did not take long for Fenrir to bring her to her peak and then push her over it. Leaving her heaving breasts alone for the moment, he continued down her body, and by the time he had removed the last article of clothing she was ready for more.

She could not see what Fenrir was doing over her now very prominent baby bump, but she had no problems feeling it when he placed his cock at the entrance to her pussy and with a steady, almost leisurely thrust, sunk himself deep inside her.

"Fuuuck yes, I've missed this," she groaned.

Chellise moaned something, and glancing over at her, Kira saw envy mixed into the **** need in her eyes. Then Fenrir began to move, and Kira had no room for thought of anything but his cock repeatedly splitting her open.

He leaned over her, eyes blazing down at her with a fierce satisfaction, growling his pleasure in rumbles that reverberated in his chest and mingled with her own cries. Oh, how she had missed this. There was nothing that even remotely compared to it. It was more than just the sex, though sex with him was by far the most amazing she had ever experienced. No, it was the feeling of serving her master on a such a primal level, fulfilling her purpose as a succubus, giving herself without reservation to the greatest being she had ever known. This was where she belonged, and she felt the truth of it in every fiber of her body, with every thrust that rocked her, with every fresh wave of pleasure that curled her toes and tore wordless exclamations of ecstasy from her panting lips.

She had lost count of the number of orgasms that had ripped through her when he finally paused in her depths, grinding against the closed door to her womb, and she felt the pulsing of his cock and the spreading heat of his cum suffusing her. The sensation **** one more orgasm from her shaking body, stars exploding in her vision as the pleasure wholly overpowered her senses. It seemed to last forever, and at the same time not nearly long enough. Gradually she came back to an awareness of her surroundings, feeling that insatiable hunger that had haunted her for the past few weeks finally begin to fade into a deep satisfaction.

"I needed that so bad, boss, you have no idea," she purred, opening her eyes to look up at him.

"I could say the same. Fucking Carnachias..." he said the last part under his breath, and Kira had the impression she hadn't actually been meant to hear it. He refocused on her and leaned down to give her a slow but passionate kiss. It was interrupted by a moan from one side that was almost a sob, and they both turned their heads to look at the succubus who had made it.

Chellise was in a sorry state by this time. She trembled from head to foot, her hands gripping the restraints which held them so hard her knuckles matched the shade of her hair. Tears streamed down her cheeks, mingling with the drool which dripped unheeded from her chin. The dildo hummed remorselessly in her pussy, its constant vibrations prompting almost a waterfall of arousal to join the slowly growing pool at the base of the frame which held her. Her eyes begged what her mouth could not, sending a mute but **** appeal for relief. Kira only needed a glance to know she had been struggling on the edge of orgasm all this time, though whether to cum or to avoid cumming was anybody's guess. Maybe not even Chellise herself knew.

Pulling out of her with a rush of cum which Kira's hand flew down to try to stop, Fenrir straightened and stepped over to the bound succubus. "Alright, I think you've been punished enough," he said, causing Chellise to let out another inarticulate moan.

With teasing slowness he pulled the vibrating dildo from her pussy, watching as she clenched down on the shaft as though attempting to keep it inside her. As it came free, Chellise gave a great shuddering sigh that could have been as much disappointment as relief.

Kira straightened with an effort and turned to better watch the show. Her legs did not yet feel equal to the task of carrying her over to them, but she had a fairly good view from the bench where she sat.

Fenrir was rubbing his still fully erect cock around the outside of Chellise's pussy. Not because it needed lubrication, as it was still dripping with both his and Kira's mixed fluids, but merely to tease the both of them. He bent over Chellise and Kira heard him rumble in that cavernous voice of his, "You have permission to cum in three... two... one!" At one, he thrust into her. All the way into her. Her answering cry was a beat late; maybe she had choked on her own breath, or maybe the breath had been driven from her by the power of the thrust.

Either way, when she did find her voice it was in an ear-piercing scream which nearly deafened Kira and made Fenrir visibly wince. Her body convulsed so hard that Kira would have been worried she might hurt herself if she hadn't still been securely locked into her restraints. Her eyes gazed blankly upwards, unseeing, her muscles tensing at random as her brain sent disjointed commands to them, entirely overwhelmed by the euphoria running rampant through her.

Kira watched, openmouthed. 'Wow, I almost feel jealous. I thought I came hard, but she's putting me completely to shame.'

On shaky legs she tottered over to Chellise and Fenrir. He had stopped once he had bottomed out in her and was letting her ride out her orgasm before deluging her with even more pleasure. Her orgasm did not subside quickly, but eventually her cries subsided into panting moans and with a look of direction from Fenrir, Kira took the ball gag from Chellise's mouth. While she was occupied with that Fenrir produced the keyring and released Chellise from her bonds, lifting her up to cradle her close to him.

It took her a while to say anything, but when she did, her first words were a shaky, "Th-thank you, Daddy."

"Do you think you've learned your lesson?" Fenrir asked, rubbing her back as he held her.

"Yes, but could you lock me up again when you fuck me? I liked how helpless it made me feel."

"Certainly, if you're sure you're up for it. You came pretty hard there."

Chellise shuddered in delight. "Ooh, I know. I still can't feel my legs."

Fenrir rolled a thrust into her, his cock never having left her pussy, and she gasped and clutched at him. "But you can still feel your pussy, I see. Good, that will make it more fun, for both of us."

He stood and replaced her in the frame she had just vacated, and with Kira's help re-secured her arms and legs. The young succubus wiggled in impatience. "Hurry, please, fuck me Daddy. I need your cock. Give it to me, please Daddy."

Fenrir smirked, and gave her a slow deep thrust. The sensation made her throw her head back in a long, satisfied moan. "Yessss..."

His smirk grew, and he started to fuck her with a steady rhythm, neither fast nor slow. Kira bent over Chellise's face and captured her lips in a kiss, making a show of it for their master but enjoying the kiss on its own merits as well. It wasn't anything new; as horny as succubi were, it would be far stranger if they didn't play around with each other frequently, especially when there were no others around upon which to vent their lusts. As good as it felt having sex with someone as skilled as another succubus however, Kira had always found it less satisfying than sex with another race, more like masturbating than actually having sex. She had always assumed it had something to do with how she basically lived off sex, and since getting herself off or doing it with another succubus couldn't sustain her, she was hardwired to feel less fulfilled once it was over, though the pleasure in the moment was of course still phenomenal.

Not that it mattered right now. Chellise's lips were soft and welcoming, and a sideways glance revealed Fenrir to be watching them kiss with undeniable satisfaction as he continued to rock the smaller succubus' body with his thrusts. Even as distracted as she was, Chellise had talented lips, and the knowledge that Fenrir was watching added a special zest to the act. Kira deepened the kiss, seeking out Chellise's tongue with her own as they moaned into each other's mouths.

Kira could track each orgasm her sister reached by when her tongue stopped wrestling with Kira's to stiffen along with the rest of her body, and she counted six before Fenrir began to speed up, signaling his own impending peak. Chellise's moans began to climb in pitch as well, even as muffled as they were by the kiss. Finally, Fenrir gave one last thrust that bulged the mint-green succubus' stomach and with an exultant snarl on his face, pulsed and pulsed and pulsed again. Chellise responded with an orgasm that, while it could not compare to her first, still dwarfed the ones that had come between. Kira raised her face from Chellise's, watching in awe at where her sister and Fenrir were connected. His knot bludgeoned her outer lips, grinding against her clit with every grinding thrust he delivered, an instinctual attempt to get as deep as possible. A small spurt escaped the seal, shooting upwards before falling back to land just above her pussy.

Then it was over. Fenrir relaxed, his breathing a little deeper than usual but still measured. Chellise on the other hand was gasping for air, and Kira herself took a deep breath, only now aware that she had barely been breathing while watching the seeding of her sister.

The direwolf pulled out of Chellise slowly, allowing his cum to follow in a thick stream. Seeing the first dollop fall, Kira dived around to catch the second on her tongue, and with her mouth stopped the flow. The sensation made Chellise squeak, her legs twitching weakly. She had to swallow a few delicious mouthfuls, but eventually Kira managed to clean up the excess cum and with her mouth full of the last of it she got up and by way of another kiss shared it with her still bound sister. While she was doing this, Fenrir unlocked Chellise, and once the kiss was broken, helped her to sit up.

Wordlessly she reached for Fenrir, and with a smile he held her close, cradling her in his arms as he walked back over to the sofas and sat down. Kira followed, taking the opportunity to clean his cock, which was somehow still hard!- with her mouth before crawling up on his other side for her own share of the cuddles. No one said anything. It was enough to just sit here, held close by strong arms, and to take joy in their master's return.

Update: As of 11/21/25 I've reworked the first part of this chapter such that Fenrir doesn't let go of his anger against Murtell quite as quickly. Previously it was a little out of character with just how easily he gave up on teaching Murtell a lesson, even if it was the princess that asked him to. I've also changed the perspective of that part from Fenrir to Kira, so now the entire chapter is seen from Kira's perspective.
Part two of the manor 'arc'. We get to see a very different kind of anger from Fenrir, and the girls explore the toys and Chellise gets a little too curious which ends up tipping them over the edge and all their repressed lust comes spilling out. I keep writing these scenes as one on ones; even this one was mostly that way with only a little threeway action, but I will write a threesome and/or group orgy soon. Probably.
One thing I did do with this scene was write it from Kira's perspective. Up till now, all the sex scenes were written from Fenrir's perspective. While it didn't make a big difference, I did try to make the most of the perspective shift.
Enjoy!